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Magpie # 149
Trust
image by R.A.D. Stainforth
You call him your friend.
He who, like a thief
in the night, steals your
Precious possession;
The breath of your life.
He who, like a thief
in the night, steals your
Precious possession;
The breath of your life.
Your heart beats faster.
You cough ‘til you puke.
Your blood pressure goes up
And you tell yourself;
This friend relaxes me!
You cough ‘til you puke.
Your blood pressure goes up
And you tell yourself;
This friend relaxes me!
His lies fill your head;
need me to feel good.
always there for you
while you tell me your
troubles. A friend indeed.
Following blindly
you drag me into
The abyss of cruel
Agonizing death.
Not my friend, not me.
you drag me into
The abyss of cruel
Agonizing death.
Not my friend, not me.
Steal my money
Steal my breath
Leave me flailing
in the ashes of death.
You are my friend.
Steal my breath
Leave me flailing
in the ashes of death.
You are my friend.
posted by rel at 1:44 PM
11 Comments:
Great last stanza to underline this serious look at the horrors of smoking.
Power and truth, both...
Frightening. We all know the pitfalls of the dreaded weed and still there are those who indulge. I did for many years and stopped cold turkey.Well written - hit the nail on the head.
with friends like these.... who needs enemies. Right?
Excellent, Rel...
I like the friendship comparison, the illusion that it's relaxing you and that it makes you feel better.
Frighteningly brilliant-you and I know what lies ahead of those who smoke...
I stopped cold turkey, too...but I must admit I enjoyed smoking when I did...particularly when having a drink and after a good meal...but I couldn't do it any more...I have no desire to do so.
Intriguing title ... and every word that followed.
Happy New Year Rel!
Oh, yes, the lies we tell ourselves. Scary, set down like this.
Oh, yes! Truer words were never spoken...
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